06.Oct.18, 05:44 AM
There was no way on Pern the dragonets weren’t ridiculously cute; however, they were also a lot bigger than Xyliah had given them credit for being when they were a good stretch away, and finding one of them right in her face and blowing and nosing at her hair was, honestly, more than a little intimidating. Xyliah wasn’t one to freak out, often, but her eyes were quite wide and it was only the solid knowledge that she’d been told dragons did not hurt people that kept her from stepping backwards rapidly. The squeak from the dragonet, though, had Xyliah gasping in surprise herself, and she took a half step backwards, eyes as round as dinner plates.
She was absolutely floored when there was a voice suddenly in her mind that was decidedly not her own and Xyliah gasped again, her eyes just about popping out of her head and she stared in shock at the dragon before her, before realising that there was another dragon right beside her and she spun just enough to see the young bronze, who was not at all little! And he wasn’t grown yet?! That’s what M’ris had said! They were only babies still! Goodness! “H-hi!” Xyliah stumbled over the simple word, her gaze now glued to the young bronze.
“They’re so beautiful,” Xyliah mumbled, completely entranced now that she had a young rider on each side of her to back up and control their dragons. Not that she would say any such thing, of course, and when the bronze one renamed her, Xyliah flushed crimson while smiling brightly. “Thank you!” She gushed, curtsying deeply. Her dress had not made mounting the dragon who had brought them to Telgar easy, but Xyliah hated wearing pants, and had pouted ferociously at Jalazmar when he’d suggested it. (Besides, while she was fully clothed at the present time, she could hardly tease her husband if she had trousers on!)
Brushing her skirts down as she stood up, Xyliah looked imploringly back at the riders again, eyes wide and expression glowing and hopeful. “Can I touch them?” She asked softly, breathy with excitement. She didn’t want to offend riders or dragons by launching herself at either of them, but she really, really wanted to give them some love! One of the dragonriders had told her where his blue liked to be scratched, and let her do so, and the dragon had even made a sound that was like when her cat purred, but loud!
She was absolutely floored when there was a voice suddenly in her mind that was decidedly not her own and Xyliah gasped again, her eyes just about popping out of her head and she stared in shock at the dragon before her, before realising that there was another dragon right beside her and she spun just enough to see the young bronze, who was not at all little! And he wasn’t grown yet?! That’s what M’ris had said! They were only babies still! Goodness! “H-hi!” Xyliah stumbled over the simple word, her gaze now glued to the young bronze.
“They’re so beautiful,” Xyliah mumbled, completely entranced now that she had a young rider on each side of her to back up and control their dragons. Not that she would say any such thing, of course, and when the bronze one renamed her, Xyliah flushed crimson while smiling brightly. “Thank you!” She gushed, curtsying deeply. Her dress had not made mounting the dragon who had brought them to Telgar easy, but Xyliah hated wearing pants, and had pouted ferociously at Jalazmar when he’d suggested it. (Besides, while she was fully clothed at the present time, she could hardly tease her husband if she had trousers on!)
Brushing her skirts down as she stood up, Xyliah looked imploringly back at the riders again, eyes wide and expression glowing and hopeful. “Can I touch them?” She asked softly, breathy with excitement. She didn’t want to offend riders or dragons by launching herself at either of them, but she really, really wanted to give them some love! One of the dragonriders had told her where his blue liked to be scratched, and let her do so, and the dragon had even made a sound that was like when her cat purred, but loud!